Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 48: what you’re looking at

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50 . THER TWIN SCOUTS. tinking it was An-ga-wam comin’ up, an’, de Lord! all de room was full ob Anjins, an’ more comin’ in at de doah. I fired my gun at dem, an’ jest jumped down dar’, an’ tried to hustle dem all out. _ Wouldn’t ’a minded eight or ten ob dem ; but Lor’, dey covered me like wasps, an’ dey lef’ dar’ stings, . some ob dem did. Marse Middleton tried to git up, an’ one ob dem killed ’im wid a hatchet, jist as Miss Flora cum’ up from de cellar. She jist laid down on her fader’s dead; body, wid her face as w’ite as paper. Dey had me down by dis time, but I guess some ob dem laid down to rest fust ; got tired, mebbe. I know I had a hatchet in each hand, an’ I guess as how some ob dem got hurt.” The giant stretched out his brawny arms, and the strong muscles stood out like cordage, “J didn’t mind dar’ knives, an’ dey saw it, so dey.jist piled on me altogedder, an’ dat carried me to de floor. Den dey tied ‘me, an’ ’gin to carry out de truck I had lef’ on de floor fore I went down. Dey didn’t tie me strong ’nuff, an’ I got clear, an’ laid out free more ob dem, ’fore dey could git me down agin. Dat made dem awful mad, an’ dey w’u’d hab killed me, but An-ga-wam kep’ dem off me, an’ said somet’ing to dem in Injin. Don’ know w’at he said, but it pleased dem mighty, an’ dey carried out de dead, an’ buried it somewhar’ ; I ain’t been out to see. Five ob de boys dey killed, an’ de udder tree dey kep’ wid dem. After dey had buried all de rest, dey took up my poor Marse Middleton, an’ carried him out. Miss Flora followed him, an’ dey buried him out dar’ under de maple. I c’u’d sce it troo de door. “ Den dey kem’ back, an’ took out all dat dey wanted in de - “house. Dey carried me out, too, for a while, an’ talked ’bout me a long time, an’ den dey took me backs, an’ laid me on de floor, went out, locked de doah, an’ lef’ me. “Pears like dey t’ought I had killed too many of dar’ men dat day, to let me off too easy, so dey lef? me in dar’, an’ set fire to de house. ‘T’ink ob dat; de debbils was gwine to burn me dat way. I didn’t like dat much, an’ when de fire got too » warm, an’ I knew dey c’u’dn’t come near an’ see what I was doin’, I jist rolled to de cellar sta’rs, an’ tumbled down. Like to broke my neck, dat time, but I didn’t hab no time to fool roun’, an’ I struck de floor kerchunk. Wal, de fire ro’red 7 ; | | : COmicloOoks.Cc@in -